Over the summer I made a few trips to the hospital with one camper or another who had fallen off a horse and broken a bone. The nurse always whips out a laminated paper with a few cartoon faces expressing different levels of pain and asks the camper to express how he or she is feeling. This scale isn't really conducive to what I'm feeling right now so I pulled up this chart:
I went over the chart three times looking for the word "uneasy" but it didn't show. I scanned the chart again, this time focusing on the faces rather than the words. There it is. The second up from the bottom on the left-most side.
I saw the face and knew that was how I felt. When my eyes dropped to read the word below it I understood more of myself: Lost.
Being lost is a funny feeling because I know where I am and I have my bearings so I don't feel like I should be lost but somehow I still am. It's the kind of lost when you're in the car with your GPS and you know you could get anywhere if you could just give the darn thing some solid coordinates. Right now all I'm able to offer my GPS is:
- Let's wander to the west for a while and see what strikes our fancy.
- Why don't we just wait until someone gives us a good idea?
- We could hitchhike.
- I don't want to drive. I want to bike.
How long can I just go with the flow until I establish a plan?
1 comments:
You are priceless. It's my experience that I always end up having to go MUCH further with the flow than I am comfortable going, but the destination always comes before I fall off the map.
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